De Zavala is a friendly sort of young fellow and through him we will send a request to Colonel Sandoval, the commander of the prisons, that you be allowed to have your hair cut." "If you please, Uncle Steve," said Ned gratefully.
Mr.Austin was not wrong in his forecast about Lieutenant de Zavala.

He showed a full measure of sympathy.

Hence a petition to Colonel Martin Sandoval y Dominguez, commander of prisons in the City of Mexico, was drawn up in due form.

It stated that one Edward Fulton, a Texan of tender years, now in detention at the capital, was suffering from the excessive growth of hair upon his head.

The weight and thickness of said hair had heated his brain and destroyed his appetite.